A little shorter than I'd planned, but it made it.
Remember to refer to chapter 3 of this story for the introduction to Holy OneShot Series Batman. Keep the ideas comin in :D
Ch. 4
I slammed the door of the motel room and rushed across the parking lot, looking to be anywhere but there at that moment. My feet quickly came in contact with the sidewalk and I turned my direction, heading back the way we had come. I kept walking, unstopped, until I reached and street corner and halted in my tracks.
"What? Are you serious?"
"...Yeah."
"Dean, what the hell! What is wrong with you?"
"Sam, I-."
"Don't talk to me."
"Sam, I understand you're confused-."
"Confused? I am not confused, Dean! You're sick! I can't believe you would do this!"
"Sam, where're you going?"
"Out. Don't try and stop me."
History was repeating itself, and it was all my fault.
Seven years before I pushed Dean away; I ignored him, disgraced him, drove him away from the family. Because of me, our family was torn apart from the roots. I wasn't about to do it again, because this time, I had a chance to fix what I had destroyed.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my jean pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the screen that showed a familiar name; Jessica Moore.
I flipped the cell open and put on a smile. "Hey Jess."
"Hey babe. I didn't wake you up, did I?" she replied.
"No, of course not. We just got into Jericho – haven't really had time to sleep."
"I miss you."
"I miss you too."
"Come back soon."
"I will. I love you."
"I love you too. Bye."
"Bye."
I shut the phone and looked the way I had come. Truthfully I hadn't gone far – barely a block – so I
turned around and walked back. Soon, the motel came into full view along with the Impala and our room door. Reaching it, I slowly turned the nob and walked it, preparing myself for anything.
Teo had fallen asleep on the bed closest to the door on top the covers, Dean asleep in his arms and his head resting on Teo's chest. It was adorable to see my own brother like that. I smiled softly and shucked my shoes and coat, then retreated to the other bed.
I was more mature, ready to accept others. I wasn't about to push anyone else away, especially Dean.
